The Playground is Scary
Posted by G.I. Jane
My husband and I took our daughter to a new recycled tire playground this past weekend and it was definitely a little overwhelming…for us, not her.
I’ve been anxiously waiting a year and a half to be able to take her to playgrounds and let her frolic around, though most of her frolicking was done with me in hand since she’s still a little young for much of the equipment. I expected that; I was okay with it. What I didn’t expect was the awkward interaction between the playground parents.
I was taken aback by the lack of playground etiquette. I’m kind of new to this scene, but aren’t parents supposed reiterating manners on the playground? Like “watch out for the baby” or “wait in line for the swing” or “don’t go up [...]
Two Green Thumbs Up
Posted by Martha
My kids are a little bit smug. They pick recyclables out of the kitchen trash and give me stomp toward the recycling container. They take peels and scraps out of the sink and place them into bowls as my hint to take them to the compost pile. They are wicked little earth-worm diggers and they lecture me. Who was the Frankenstein that built these little earth-hugging, arugula-composting crunchies?
Me.
My daughter pulls me aside over the weekend to have a s.e.r.i.o.u.s talk with me. I was mildly concerned (to say the least) at what bomb she may drop on me. She sat me down, cleared her throat, and began to tell me that I desperately needed to work on my “Fun-ness.” Yes, my little darling just told me I was not fun! I was stunned. I think I am majorly fun. Not just breakfast for dinner and barefoot in the yard fun, but seriously, good-time-havin’ fun – and often. Apparently I am wrong. I am no fun. I am that unfun mom that no kid wants to be around. I am the mom the other moms look at with pity and judgment, I am the mom that…wait…I digress. Back to the moment of revelation…So after telling me I was not fun and registering the look of panic, pain, and [...]The Fun Mom
Posted by Clair
